...inside the random mind of the willed man in wheel chair...bursts of simple ups and downs of the struggling life as breathed out on a typical layman's perspective...

August 5, 2012

Slumber

As a result of this bed-inviting weather condition wherein
heavy clouds installs cold breeze and quick gushes of heavy rain, everything
halted back. I was forced again to ponder on the meaning of my life. Examining
it is not easy. Accepting what was left is somewhat unimaginable. Reality is
right directly on my face so there’s nothing left for me to do but to let it
envelope me.

Having to swallow the bitter truth crumbles my soul which is
the source of my strength and hope, brought me down. It left me good as dead. I
feel nothing. Emotions suddenly felt numb. Stroke’s psyche started its wrath.

Something in my stressful slumber whispered at me telling me
to fight. It urged me to stand up amidst all these hardships I’m into. It
became an everyday reminder; an utter turned into a scream, each time I wake
up. In the end, I realized that no one left to but me and me alone.